Saturday, December 31, 2011

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Thursday, December 8, 2011

the sun set on my problems all that energy that geothermal fusion that confusion it never stopsim still left here thinking about what could have been if only you were carbon 14 + Oxygen 8 transmuting to something tangible we couldve watched each other undress like doves in the middle of a party in the middle of a massacre in the middle of a shopping spreewhat are we here to consume i want to buy everything into nothing i want to scream until my lungs fall out " when will it ever be enough " i feel woe i keep writing poetry in hopes that i'll tie some loose ends and make more lifelong friends but i still dont fit in after all these years i am still marching to my own drummarching to my own drum

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

i wanted to call you up but you dont talk on the phone you only walk and moan home and balk maximums at all my attempts to be a pretty girl to be noticed to be freeto be played to be heard to be seen she had low self esteem to be fire to be ice to be a kitten brand new to be locked up to be old one day i'm going to grow old i can't read fine print twenty nine years later youre an alligator a gorilla in the mist youre diane fossey your bossy youre young and afraid so you wont listen to me but you stare at my shoes and ask me where i'm from i am human i am human look at me you say i'm not real but i'm whats in front of you flesh and bone i'm the one with the eraser and the pen i'm a damn good friend to you i stare aimlessly into nothing and wonder if the next planet is real if we landed on the moon last night i dreamt about the mosque by the museum free 'em all i prayed and leapt to a mercy beyond my soul i asked you i asked you i said take me away i want to go there i think youre onto s o m e t h i n g.